Hari Puther and The Fall of Lies

CHAPTER 1

Harry slumped down onto his temporary bed, groaning. However uncomfortable the Leaky Cauldron beds might be, it was still infinitely better than his tattered cloth he calls a bed at the Dursley's. Squeezing his eyes shut as he willed the pain in his arm to go away, he remembered how he got such a wound.

His "dear" Uncle Vernon gave Harry quite the punishment for assaulting the large woman known as Marjorie. Vernon's sister. Harry's magic lashed out when she insulted his parents exceedingly and caused her to balloon out even larger than she already was. Vernon helped stabilise his sister, and then took the poor teenager into the garage. Using his studded belt, Vernon lashed Harry for such an offense. Thankfully, the Ministry came quickly, and took Harry away.

Harry sighed as he felt his pain recede some. He started making sure all his stuff was in order and laid on the worn mattress to rest. Only a few minutes passed though, before a low rumbling disturbed his peace. It took a few moments to realise that the rumbling was from his own body. Harry shook his head in resignation, as he struggled to pull himself out of bed. He stumbled downstairs, to find the pub area was empty. Looking around, he noticed the innkeeper Tom behind the counter still.

"What can I get for you, my lad?" The kind, ageing man asked.

"Well," Harry started. "Do you have some healing potions and a simple dinner I could have please?"

"Of course, young Heir!" Tom exclaimed softly. "What kind of healing do you require, and what food tickles your fancy this evening?"

Harry had to think for a couple minutes before he grimaced, embarrassed. "I don't know what kind of healing I need right now…"

"Would it be alright with you if I scanned your person?"

Harry looked up in shock and fear.

"Don't worry young heir! I will tell no one of anything found, it is merely just to help diagnose properly so as to give you the healing you need." Tom smiled warmly.

"Okay…" Harry said, wary of the older man. "I'd also like a potato soup if you have any, please."

"Perfect choice, Heir-Lord!" Tom exclaimed, coming around the counter to meet Harry closer.

Harry shivered as he felt unfamiliar magic wrap around him. The soft sensation made his skin tingle, then he blinked as it went away. Contentment turned to worry as Tom looked at the teenager, almost scared.

"A great wrong as been put upon you, young one. Promise me you will go to Gringotts in the morning, Heir-Lord. Please." Tom breathed, face pale.

"What?" Harry choked. "What now?"

"All will be explained on the morrow…." Tom trailed off. He returned behind his counter and busied himself. "Take these three potions before you sleep." He indicated three different bottles.

"This pink one," Tom pointed. "Is for the wounds within your body."

Indicating the next one, "This yellow one is for the outside wounds upon you."

Harry's eyes fell to the last one, a very small bottle.

"This blue is to help you fall asleep quickly and get the rest your body needs for the potions to work. You will not dream or wake up randomly." Tom pushed the three potions toward Harry.

As Harry finished putting them in the pocket of his jacket, a steaming bowl of creamy potato soup appeared on the counter. Pulling out 6 Galleons from the other pocket, Harry set them down as payment for the potions, soup, and spell. Harry smiled timidly, and gently took the bowl to a nearby table. He smiled wider as the soup spread through his body, and warmed him. The taste was impeccable and made him long for something he couldn't place his finger on. As soon as the bowl was empty, it vanished. A small glass of water took the bowl's place and Harry quickly downed it and headed back to his room. He felt better, and noticed he didn't hurt as bad. Harry decided to shower quickly to wash off any dirt or blood left on himself.

Realising how dirty he really was, Harry cringed at the brown colour of the water rolling off his skin. Scrubbing gently, he cleaned himself. Water finally went clear, and he felt his muscles relax. Afterwards, he pulled out the softest set of pyjamas he owned and slid into them. Harry grabbed the potions from his jacket, which he hung on the door, and set them on the nightstand next to the bed. Sighing once more, he climbed onto the bed and under the surprisingly soft sheets.

An idea entered his head, and he decided to try.

"Is there a house-elf who can help me?" He whispered into the darkness.

A small pop sounded, and an even smaller voice sounded. Harry squinted at the small silhouette highlighted by the little light from the bathroom. "Yes, young Sirs? I is being here to help."

"Hello, Miss…" Harry trailed off, not knowing her name.

"Mimpsie. I is being Mimpsie the House-Elf!" She straightened her back proudly.

"Glad to meet you, Miss Mimpsie. Can you help me with something?"

"Of course, young sirs!" Her large ears flopping about.

"I would like a glass of ice water, please" Harry smiled.

"Of course!" Mimpsie popped away and a glass of water appeared next to him.

"Thank you." Harry whispered. He downed the three potions and took a long swig of water to wash away the foul taste. He felt small tears fall from his eyes at the relief he felt after many, many years of pain melted away.

As his consciousness slipped away, his last thought was wondering why Tom kept calling him "young Heir" and "Heir-Lord" and needing to go to Gringotts in the morning.

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